Peace, an elusive thing you are,
I have known you in fleeting moments
Would that I could see the whitest of doves,
Feel the lightest, glancing touch of feathers,
Hold the olive branch for a moment—
Yet, how can I partake of such a luxury when—
When children’s bellies bloat in hunger
When those of one religion kill those of another
When those of one skin hate and kill those of another
When men rape, beat, kill women
When children and women are bought and sold
When humanity seeks dominance over all the earth
At the cost of future generations?
Yes, I want to see the white dove with the olive branch fly—
To know the world is at peace
To know my daughter lives in that peace
To know all the children of world will grow knowing only good
Then death could take my hand
And I would willingly go
I am a retired teacher, enjoying everything that retirement means. In addition, I have been active in the LGBTQ community since I was four years old and marched my Ken doll with all his little Ken accouterments to the big metal trash can in the yard. Yes, I dumped Ken, along with said accouterments, into the can and slammed the lid on. My two Barbie dolls lived happily ever after.
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